Changing Poem by john wake

The night, a knight
By your side, Less of pride
More of love. A cold night
Causes light stoves, some coco
And a bit of rococo
And as the arcade fire plays
Its melodic message, throws sparks
And idled by the ending night sky
On your heart the enflame
And as castle made of sand
Drifted in to the sea
So does this current of sunrays drag
You, from her pull, to a push through the door
And a night full of sparks and flames
Becomes a stained morning of drunken
Regrets.